Luyện nghe bài hát Old Haunts

A cherry bomb, you are a
Exploded, quiet nights
My teenage packed all my misery, baby
To fingertips that ignite
And all along you my story, didn't you
And all night I carried yours
blood was mixed wine and robbery, baby
And us always wanting more

So don't sing me your about the good times
Those are gone and you should just let them go
And God the man who says
If you'd have me when
Old are for forgotten ghosts
Old haunts are for ghosts

bomb, your love is surgery
Removing what you regard
And every breath like a funeral, baby
you were packing up your car
And with the down
I your tired mouth
You borrowed
And all your old welcomes out
And shame on you, my
You sold youth away
Memories are sinking
That would be saved

So don't sing me your about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let go
And God the man who says
If you'd known me when
Old haunts are for forgotten
Old haunts are for forgotten

And shame, shame, shame, on you
You kept mind and heart and youth
Just like a
And shame, shame, shame, on you
You kept mind and heart and youth
like a tomb

And don't sing me your songs the good times
Those days are gone and you just let them go
So God the man who says
If you'd known me when
Old haunts are for all those
And don't me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let go
And God help the man who
If have known me when
God the man who says
If you'd have known me
God help this man who
My baby, if have known me when
Old haunts are all ever known